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“Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? ...Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—‘Thou mayest’— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“MAYBE BEING LOVED is like being zoomed in on. Like someone undertaking an endless journey into you, enabling you to see all the beauty you contain. That you are an entire universe of exotic shapes, with ever-increasing copies of yourself—only with a slight twist. Like fanciful variations on a known theme from viewpoints you never even knew existed. Everyone deserves to experience such a journey at least once in their life. It’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever known. Not only have new spaces opened up in her, but it’s as if she’s been drawn in an entirely new dimension. And perhaps one day she’ll discover that this dimension is not an integer.”
― Klara Hveberg, Lean Your Loneliness Slowly Against Mine

“Every complex number has a complex conjugated twin, which is inverted—a mirror image—along the x-axis and has the same real part. Only the imaginary part is different: the equal-size opposite. If you multiply a complex number by itself, you get another complex number. But if you multiply a complex number by its complex conjugate, you get a real number.
So it’s important to find your complex conjugated twin. And to multiply yourself by him—then the product will be real.”
― Klara Hveberg, Lean Your Loneliness Slowly Against Mine

“In her mind’s eye, Rakel glimpses a little girl taking a walk with her parents. Pappa first, the little girl close at his heels. Mamma farther back, bringing up the rear. But then the little girl stops and waits to make sure that Mamma doesn’t end up too far behind. Pappa simply hurries on. So she ends up walking alone, roughly halfway between Pappa and Mamma. There’s a stretch of fifty yards or so between them.”
― Klara Hveberg, Lean Your Loneliness Slowly Against Mine

“In her youth, Sofia had developed the notion that the highest and most noble form of love was platonic affection. Her dream for the future was a silent interdependence, where the two lovers immersed themselves in scientific study side by side.”
― Klara Hveberg, Lean Your Loneliness Slowly Against Mine

“They say that the art of writing a novel is to sit down and do it”
― Klara Hveberg, Lean Your Loneliness Slowly Against Mine

“Because," explained Mary Rommely simply, "the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out by believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. I, myself, even in this day and at my age, have great need of recalling the miraculous lives of the Saints and the great miracles that have come to pass on earth. Only by having these things in my mind can I live beyond what I have to live for.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“Mother, I am young. Mother, I am just eighteen. I am strong. I will work hard, Mother. But I do not want this child to grow up just to work hard. What must I do, mother, what must I do to make a different world for her? How do I start?"

"The secret lies in the reading and the writing. You are able to read. Every day you must read one page from some good book to your child. Every day this must be until the child learns to read. Then she must read every day, I know this is the secret”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn